Saturday is the official date of Christmas this year, but whatever I get under the tree is a letdown compared to what I got on November 13th, the day my fiancee Liz and I adopted our boys. True, they're not objects; they are living beings with their own needs and wants. But sharing a life with them is a gift and I am thankful for that.
Ok, now that you've puked and lost any respect for me you might have had previously, here's a cute picture of Beowulf, looking up at me:
This scene is re-enacted each morning when I get up and open the bedroom door. Even if I'm just going to the bathroom at 4 am, the boys wake up and start following me around. Since they are not allowed in the bedroom or bathroom, I have to throw a toy their way or find some way to distract them long enough for me to run into the bathroom and shut the door before they can follow.